That night after dinner, Gu Qingheng carried Yang Ruxin straight back to the tent. After not seeing each other for more than three months, there were naturally many words to exchange and many things to do.
Of course, since Yang Ruxin was still immature, what those things were is better left unsaid.
In any case, Gu Qingheng finally had the most comfortable sleep heâd had in three months.
The next morning, when Yang Ruxin woke up, she found that there was no one by her side, and noticing that it was already light outside, she quickly got up.
"Xinxin, youâre awake?" Gu Qingheng just happened to walk in and hurried over to hand her clothes, "Get up, wash, and letâs have breakfast."
After Yang Ruxin had gotten dressed, she reached out and wrapped her arms around Gu Qinghengâs neck: "Carry me out."
Gu Qingheng laughed, picked up Yang Ruxin, and walked to the outer hall, only to see someone standing at the opened tent door. Seeing the two come out intimately, her face flushed with embarrassment, but she still managed to stretch out a smile: "Lord Gu, Xinxin, itâs time for breakfast."
"Iâm the boss at home," Yang Ruxin muttered, then got down from Gu Qingheng and called out, "Du Man, Du Juan, are you two dead or what?"
As Du Man and Du Juan, who were carrying the food, reached the door and heard these words, they instantly felt disheartened. The miss had never spoken like this before. What did this mean? It meant she was genuinely angry, and they hurriedly stepped inside: "Miss."
"What did I have you by my side for?" Yang Ruxinâs face darkened, "To be treated like the masters ourselves? To have Miss Li come over to serve us food?"
"We beg the Missâs forgiveness," Du Man and Du Juan immediately knelt on one knee, not offering any excuses.
"Alright," Yang Ruxin sighed, "Get up. If thereâs a next time, just get out."
"Understood." Only then did Du Man and Du Juan get up and went to place the food they brought on the table.
Li Mingyinâs face turned red and then white, looking extremely awkward, caught between advancing and retreating.
Yang Ruxin couldnât care less; she washed her face and immediately sat down to eat, without giving a single glance at that certain someone holding the plate.
Gu Qingheng also didnât say anything, he helped Yang Ruxin wash up and then sat down to start eating, taking care of serving dishes to his little wife across the table the whole time.
With a bit of a forced laugh, Li Mingyin bit her lip: "Since Lord Gu and Xinxin have their meals, Iâll be leaving now." She nodded slightly, then turned and left.
Although she tried hard to control it, a closer look revealed that her departing steps were somewhat disorderly.
Yang Ruxin didnât have any sympathy. She could come over and make things difficult for her, so why couldnât she give it right back? She was no saint, but what pleased her was that her own man was still very supportive.
"Donât be angry, youâll get a stomachache from anger while eating," Gu Qingheng helplessly tapped Yang Ruxinâs nose. This little creature did not tolerate any sand in her eyes and was vengeful, but he quite liked that.
"Iâm not angry," Yang Ruxin just smiled and waved her hand at Du Juan and Du Man, "You two neednât take it to heart, it wasnât really aimed at you... Hurry up and have your meal, weâre going to town later."
"We know," Du Man stuck out her tongue, "But we were careless just now. From now on weâll do our tasks separately, so we donât give her the chance to be so irritating..." Itâs not easy for the men to stop that Miss Li, so the women would take it into their own hands.